Dave, who had arisen, sank back on the rock, with a gesture of dismay.
"And this is what we get for going after fur, fin and feather," he groaned.
In a short time, the march was resumed. The region about them was wild and rugged. The forest contained a great variety of trees; shrubbery, underbrush and tangled vines were so dense in places as to make progress difficult. Boulders and rocks lay strewn about in profusion, and the boys found it necessary to rest frequently.
"Should think there would be a lot of caves around here," panted Bob.
"There are," replied Havens, "and if you run across any, knock on the door before you stick your head inside."
"Oh, we know," laughed Dick; "bears and other beasts."
"That's right. If you keep your eyes open, you can see their tracks all around."
"Just listen to the birds," observed Dave. "Doesn't their singing and chattering sound fine? Hear that woodpecker tapping."
"Working for his living, eh?" grinned Dick.
"Look—a Jack rabbit," cried Bob, suddenly. "I'll bet I could have knocked him over easy. See him? He jumped over that log, running like sixty."